A year ago today, I realized just how dangerous my husband's job is. I learned exactly what can happen in one day, and how brutal our lives have the ability to be. He learned what its like to lose a friend, and to be in fear for one of your own.
Six months before that, his brother almost died, from something his dad almost died from too.
Ten months later, my baby brother did die.
I will never, ever again say something like "this year has to be better than the last, right?" Never. But, I can hope for better, hope for more, hope for happiness, hope for peace.
